Signed, Sealed, Baby

We had been home two weeks. I still had nightmares about the crash, it was always the same scenario. Unlike in reality, in my nightmare I wasn’t being shitty with Preston. We were laughing and joking, his hand was resting between my thighs, our son was sitting in his car seat in the back of the car. It was the perfect day.

Until.

As soon as the car hits, I wake up screaming and sweating.

Preston hired a nurse to look after me when he couldn’t, then once my cast was off they could go. I hated having to depend on people, I have always been so independent and now I feel useless.

Preston had been so busy with work lately; I hardly saw him. A quick peck on the head when he rolled out of bed and a gentle kiss goodnight if he didn’t make it to dinner.

I couldn’t moan, he had an empire to grow and I didn’t want to be the one to stop that. Sure, I was lonely, but I was trying to keep myself busy by getting prepared for little man’s arrival.

My gut twisted as a pang of anxiety shot through me.

I needed to talk to Preston regarding the contract and the money.

We were together now, I wasn’t going to walk away. I couldn’t.

I didn’t expect Preston to kick me out, but I never knew what was round the corner. He could turn and take it all away from me. I didn’t know if he had an ulterior motive.

Of course, a few months back I didn’t particularly like him, and I didn’t want to have a child but now, after nearly losing him, it’s made me realise how pathetic I was being. I have loved Preston Sauvage since the first time I saw him. I believe in love at first sight, and that’s what I had with Preston. I was just too shy and stubborn to tell him how I felt, because to me, when he used to hire me to talk I would have rather have had him as a client than nothing at all.

But he was so much more than that.

He is all I have ever dreamt about.

And now, here we are. Even though we’ve only been on this journey for a short time together, I don’t ever want to leave his side again.

By the time the nurse had left for the evening, I was sat at the table in a grey, satin dress that sat at my ankles. A huge split ran up the side of my leg, exposing the skin on my thigh. I was grateful that the split was on the leg that wasn’t casted. The centre of the dress plunged down to my sternum, exposing my bare chest and giving Preston a little tease of what was his.

I was horny, all the god damn time and he wouldn’t touch me because now, suddenly, I was made of china.

Sighing, I puffed my cheeks out and reached for my phone.

I tapped a quick message to let Preston know that dinner was here; I hadn’t seen him at all today and I missed him. The food was covered over with silver dishes, keeping it warm. I had ordered Preston’s favourite, chicken coq au vin. I had never tasted it, but it smelt delicious.

I felt restless, crossing my leg over my casted leg then getting frustrated that I didn’t look how I wanted for him.

For him.

Glancing at my watch, it had just gone eight. My head snapped up when I heard his office door shut, his eyes finding mine as soon as he walked round the corner and into the open planned penthouse. They were alight, his lips curling into the most beautiful smile. His fingers fiddled with the collar of his shirt, pulling at the button and releasing it. His eyes raked down the upper half of my body, a small pinch at the side of his mouth had him smirking in seconds.

“Hello, you,” he crooned, leaning down and burying his face into the crook of my neck. I felt him inhale deeply before his lips pressed onto my tingling skin. “You look breath-taking.”

“Hey, you.” I blush as he steps back and pulls the seat out next to me. I reach over and grab the red bottle of wine and pour him a small glass.

His mood seems a lot better than it has been over the last few days. Lighter somehow?

“Thank you, Sunshine but I am more than capable of doing it myself, plus… it should be me looking after you.” He pouted.

“I have had someone look after me all day, now it’s my time to look after you,” I smile softly at him, his eyes meeting mine as we enjoy this moment of just us.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, breaking the hypnotizing hold he had over me to lift his silver dish, he groaned in appreciation. “My favourite.”

“I’m okay, leg is aching a little today and it doesn’t help that I am carrying a boulder around in my stomach and that I need to pee every five minutes,” I huff, lifting my own dish and letting the herby aroma fill my nose.

“It smells delicious,” I moan as I pick up my fork.

“You’ve never had it before?” he asked, pricking an eyebrow up as he took a mouthful then bringing his thumb and index finger to his lips as he chef kissed.

I shook my head. “No, unfortunately not,” I mumbled as I took my own mouthful. My taste buds exploding with flavours.

“I know it’s not the most extravagant dinner out there, but it reminds me of when I was younger, and my mum was busy working and running a home. Coq au vin was a hearty dinner yet had minimal preparation. It basically cooked itself once all the ingredients were together.” He smiled fondly as if for a moment he was reminiscing about his childhood.

I kept quiet, just slowly placing food into my mouth and savouring the taste.

“What about you? Any meals that remind you of your childhood…?” he trailed off, his brows pinching and furrowing for a moment. “I have just realised I know nothing about you,” he reached for the stem of his wine glass and took a mouthful of wine.

“Well, that’s not completely true…” a small laugh bubbled out of me, “you know my parents died…”

“I know that, but that’s all I do know.”

“I don’t remember much,” I whisper, my eyes fixed on my plate of food in front of me.

“Shit,” he whispers himself, “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have bought it up.” I wanted to look at him, but I physically cannot bring myself to lift my eyes from the table.

“I moved in with my grandma, and as I have explained before she passed when I was seventeen, I moved in with Harriet, went to college and tried to become an interior designer…” my eyes automatically found his. “Hence my interest in the field and the course I am working on. But when she died, I had to drop out. I couldn’t afford to continue. So, I left with my head hung and walked away with thousands of pounds of debt following me.”

He said nothing. I wet the dryness in my throat by taking a mouthful of my water. “I had moved out of Harriet’s house, not that they forced me but I felt like a burden. I brought nothing to their table, I couldn’t hold down a job. I had a small bit of inheritance that I received from my grandma, so that went down on a deposit when it was affordable to do so…” my eyes fell back to my lap, my heart beating ten to the dozen. “Then one night, I was at an all-time low. I went out into this sleazy bar, looking for anything, anyone… just to make me forget the hell I was living in… and that’s when I met Ernie.” I sniffed, I hadn’t even realised that I had a tear rolling down my cheek. “I thought he was my knight in shining armour, the one on the white horse to ride me into the sunset. Don’t get me wrong, he helped me, so much. But doing what I done…” I swallow the bile back down, “I felt disgusted with myself.” Shaking my head from side to side, “I have no idea why Ernie kept me on, I was the worst…” I looked up at him, his eyes pinned to mine, his fists clenched. “I cry…”

I still for a moment, giving him a chance to say something but he doesn’t. His lips are pressed into a thin line. I can see the thoughts ticking over in his head but he keeps them to himself, and I don’t know if I am grateful or mad.

“When I had to sleep with clients, I used to cry. The whole time. Don’t get me wrong… they were really kind and sweet and never made me do anything I didn’t want to do as such… I just couldn’t believe that I had got myself into a situation like that. And then there was you, my favourite part of my job. Because you actually took the time out to just talk to me, to ask me how I was, to ask me how my day was. Not once did you lay a finger on me or make me feel uncomfortable like some of the old sleazeballs did. You were all I thought about, all I thought about when the tears were rolling out of my eyes. It was always you Preston. You were and still are the reason that I am here, the reason that I didn’t just give everything up. It’s you, you saved me.”

He stood from the table, dropping his napkin over his dinner. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he closed the space between us, lowering down brushing his thumb over my cheek to wipe my tears away. “And you saved me right back,” he whispered before his lips pressed into mine, kissing the pain away.

Hooking his arms under my arms, then under my bum he lifted me from the dining chair and carried me to the bedroom. The nerves were ripping through me, we hadn’t done anything sexual since the time he walked out to go on his date.

I swallowed the bile back down, I didn’t want to think of that now. We had come so far.

I loved him.

He loved me.

Don’t get me wrong… there could have been times where things could have happened, but we were both cautious. Mixed feelings, crossing another line, being pregnant, our accident… so much had happened in such a small space of time. But now, the time felt right. I needed him. I had just laid myself bare to him, bringing down my walls slowly so he could see just how vulnerable I was and how much I needed him to heal me.

I clung onto him, inhaling his musky scent that had a hint of vanilla lacing it.

We walked into the bedroom, the floor to ceiling panelling was painted a light grey before the white coving wrapped around the room. The hotel was modern, but Tabitha liked to keep a little of the original décor from her grandfather’s design for when he first built the hotel which I loved. Placing me down gently, I gripped onto his broad shoulders.

“Hold on to the headboard baby,” his command was gentle and slow.

I did as he asked, wrapping my fingers round the black, metal frame that was his headboard.

My breathing slowed as I watched Preston step away, unbuttoning the rest of his crisp white shirt revealing his toned torso. My eyes fell to the light dusting of dark hair that was over his chest.

Shrugging it off his shoulders, I pouted. I wanted to push it away from his strong shoulders, I wanted to run my fingers and hands all over his torso so I could trace his skin like a treasure map, making sure I savoured every moment, making sure my fingertips remembered every little detail of his skin. Every goosebump, every mole, every mark and every scar. I wanted to feel and see it all.

“Tonight, is all about you, baby.” The breath from his voice on my skin, making it erupt into goosebumps.

I felt my breath catch in the back of my throat, but I didn’t take my eyes from him. My lungs expanding, gasping for more of his breath to intoxicate me.

He closed the gap between us, his arms snaking around my waist, his eyes dropping to my bump before his gaze penetrated mine. “Are you okay standing for a while?”

I nodded. He snatched the air from my lungs rendering me speechless. Everything about him was like a drug. He had a chokehold over me, and I never wanted him to let go.

Edging his lips closer to mine, he covered them. His kiss was gentle, slow to start with before his tongue swept in and took over. He groaned from deep in his throat, one of his hands skimming up the side of the silk dress, his fingers dragging across my exposed skin on my chest before wrapping his fingers around the base of my throat.

A whimper escaped me as my fingers ran from his waistband, slowly to his shoulders feeling his skin pebble under my touch. My painted black nails digging into his skin. Our teeth clashed, our tongues wrapping around each other’s as we devoured each other in this one kiss.

Pulling back, he scoffed, a devious smirk pinching at the corner of his lip as he fell to his knees. I heard him suck in a breath as his greedy hands skimmed and rubbed over my thighs, pressing his fingers into my hot skin, leaving marks before his lips trailed behind his fingertips, marking me in the best possible way.

Bunching the skirt of my dress up at my waist, he growled when he saw I was bare underneath.

“Fuck,” he growled, “your pretty little cunt is glistening already, and I haven’t even touched you there yet.”

A whine left me, running my fingers through his thick, tufted hair. I fought the urge to grab it, knotting it through my fingers. I was hot and bothered, the ache presenting itself. Pressing my thighs together, I had to try something to the dull the pressure that was building.

“Oh, Sunshine, no need to clench… I’m going to take care of you,” he looked up at me through his long, black lashes. I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, our eyes pinned to each other for just a moment before his finger swiped through my wet folds.

A moan slipped out as he done it again. Spreading my pussy with his two fingers, he bit and nipped on each thigh before his tongue lashed out and licked my throbbing clit. Tightening my fingers in his hair, I tugged hard.

“Fuck you taste so good,” he groaned, using his free hand to coat me in my arousal before rubbing my clit softly.

“Preston,” my breath heavy, my head falling forward as I gave in to the overwhelming urge to close my eyes.

“Eyes on me, princess.” He orders and I do as he says.

His fingers lazily slip through my folds before teasing two of them at my entrance.

“I want your greedy little pussy to ride my fingers while I eat your cunt.”

A sob of a moan leaves me as he pushes two thick fingers inside of me, his dirty words pushing me to my impending climax.

His mouth is back on me, doing just what he said he would. And ladies, let me tell you, Preston Sauvage knows how to eat pussy.

Letting my head fall back, I press his face deeper into me not wanting this pure ecstasy to be over. This is what it must feel like to be high, constantly chasing the buzz, doing whatever is needed to get to the ultimate high.

He groans as my walls clamp tighter around him. My hips rock over his fingers, letting him fuck me deep as he rubs my g-spot. His expert tongue doesn’t stop. Licking, sucking, flicking and swirling. He stills inside of me, pulling his fingers to the tip before pressing a third and plunging them deep inside of me.

A cold shiver smothers me like an ice blanket as I feel my stomach knot before burning. My fingers wrap in his hair as I hold him just where I need him. Where I so desperately need him.

“Keep doing that… fuck,” I whisper, and I swear I feel his smile on my pussy.

Lifting his mouth from me, our eyes connect. His grin still there, his lips coated in my arousal.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to Sunshine, I want you to cum all over my fingers. I am going to lick you clean, then suck myself clean. Then while your raspy and breathless, I am going to shred that pretty little dress off you and fuck you senseless.” He promises and my insides burn with delight.

Pulling his fingers back to the tip he thrusts them inside of me, stretching me in the best possible way before his mouth is back on me, sucking my clit. His pulses are slow and deep, my insides clenching as I let my orgasm explode inside of me.

“Preston, fuck,” I cry out as my whole body trembles, my skin smothered in a sheen of cold sweat. “Oh Preston, my God, shit.”

“That’s it Sunshine, I am your fucking God.”

Covering me with his mouth once more, he makes sure not to waste a single fucking drop of me. Lifting his head, he smirks as his eyes stay on my pussy, rubbing my clit lazily as his fingers are still pushed deep.

Once I have ridden my orgasm out, he leans in and kisses each of my thighs and slips his fingers out before pressing them into his mouth and sucking them clean. Standing, he runs his fingers over his bottom lip as he watches me. My chest heaving, rising fast as I come down from the almighty high he has just put me on.

Wrapping his arm around my back, he tugs on the zip that runs from the base of my back to my bum.

“I like this dress, so I’m not going to shred it.” He winks, his voice hoarse and raspy. “You are so fucking sexy, I want you pregnant all the god damn time.” His whispers send shivers up my spine as he pulls the thin, silk material from my sensitive body.

His hands rub over my large bump tentatively, his eyes glassy and wide with excitement. Before I have a minute to let this beautiful moment soak in, he is scooping me up and placing me on the bed. Grabbing two duck feathered pillows from his side, he places them under my cast so my leg is elevated and rested. His other hand moves to my large breasts, rubbing and kneading them. I moan in appreciation. Spreading my other leg wide, his hand skims down my sternum, my belly, my pelvis before he slips his hand between my leg, swirling his fingers in my arousal.

“This is going to be hard and fast Sunshine,” he groans as he pulls back onto his knees, his fingers still teasing and dipping into my soaked pussy. “This is my pussy, it’ll always be my pussy…” His eyes flick up to look at me, his eyes burning with want and need.

“Say it,” he orders, his voice silky and sultry. “Tell me whose pussy this is.”

I pant as his fingers slip out to the tip then plunge deeply into me.

“Pres…” I moan as he does it again.

“Say it otherwise I’ll stop and walk away.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his fingers teetering at my opening, his threat becoming more real now.

“Yours Preston, it’s always going to be yours,” I cry, his teasing assault has me frustrated, hot tears roll down my cheeks.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, my cheeks flush as he whips his fingers out of me. Kneeling back, he unbuttons his suit trousers and discards of them quickly.

Leaning back over me, he spreads my folds and slaps my clit.

I gasp.

He does it again.

“Your cunt is glistening, you like this don’t you?” he purrs as he rubs his fingers over my clit fast, working me back up again then slapping my clit once more.

“Please,” I beg, I need him. My trembling hand moves down my sweat covered body as I rub my clit, trying to find my own release.

I hear a primal growl leave him as he moves my hand away, slipping his thick fingers through my folds and pushes them into me with force.

“Your pussy is so greedy; you want it all don’t you Sunshine.” He hums as he fucks me hard with his fingers, my pussy stretching as he slips a third finger in.

“Look at it, stretching to take three of my fingers, I bet we can get another one inside you,” he licks his lips, rubbing my clit with his spare hand, making the climb to my orgasm faster.

Pulling his three fingers out, he coats my pussy in my arousal before edging his four finger tips at my opening.

“No, Preston, I can’t.” I beg, shaking my head as I lay watching him.

“Oh, Sunshine, you can,” he winks, slowly pushing them into me. “There’s a good girl,” he praises as he fills me. “Your cunt looks so pretty and full, it was made for me,” he sucks in a breath as he begins fisting himself slowly, a bead of cum sitting on the head of his cock.

My moans fill the room, placing my hand back over my clit I begin to rub in fast circular movements.

“Come all over my fingers, and once you’re finished you can come all over my cock.” He pants as he continues to stroke himself.

“Keep going,” I cry out as my stomach tightens, my walls clamping around his fingers.

“There’s my good girl, come,” his voice is low as he speaks his command. And I do.

I fucking come hard, my orgasm splitting through me, my toes curling, my back arching my pregnant belly tightening as I ride it out.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises, pulling his fingers out of me. Leaning over me, he runs his thumb over my cheeks, spreading my arousal on my skin before he pushes his fingers past my lips.

“Suck them, see why I am so addicted to your taste,” he groans and I do as he says, I lick and suck them as if I am starving and desperate.

“Fuck,” he moans, pulling his fingers from my lips he kneels, fisting himself before rubbing the tip of his swollen and hot cock up and down my soaked pussy. Before I have a moment to let myself come down from my explosive orgasm, his cock is thrusting inside of me, filling me to the hilt as he delivers on his promise of fucking me fast and hard. One of his hands grips my thigh, pinching and marking my skin and the other is pressed at the base of my neck as he rides me, his thick, long cock stretching me in the best way as he pushes me to hit another high.

“You feel so good baby, touch yourself,” he begs, his voice shaky as he pants.

Reaching between my legs, my fingers land on my soaked pussy. Fuck. Lifting my fingers for a moment, I watch as he fucks me. I watch as his own pleasure rips through him, his eyes on me the whole time as he watches me.

Rubbing my clit like he asks, I feel the familiar burn, my pussy tightening around him.

“Fuck baby, clench that tight little pussy round my dick again, I want you choking me.” He groans, his head tipping back for a moment, his fingers digging further into my skin.

I do as he says, clenching myself.

“Yes, Sunshine, come for me if you can, come all over my cock.” He roars as his hips thrust back and forth, his cock slipping in and out of me fast.

I feel his cock swell as he pumps inside of me, he rips my hand away from my pussy as he slaps my clit hard, then rubs and slaps again which sends me free falling through seventh heaven.